Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Though we never had the good fortune to attend London's legendary Nag Nag Nag party at the Ghetto, we were lucky enough to have one of their resident DJs, Mr. Fil Ok, guest for us at a very special Nag Nag Nag Good Times last Wednesday at Eastern Bloc and it felt like 2003 all over again in a really good way.

Last Wednesday was actually going to be an Aviance Good Times party with the one and only Nita Aviance, who kindly agreed to change his guest appearance to September 14 so we could do an album release party for Ms. Erickatoure (right), who we're hoping will perform one of her remixes.

It's official: Greg G. (right) is now best friends with Beyonce. And he says she's really nice. We're hoping he invites us to the baby shower.

Jamil (left) and Israel, walking for butch realness and Luther Vandross With a Twist.

In other news, we were sans photographer yet again last week so I had to step in and snap some happy photos of Marwin (center) and others instead of dancing all night long. Oh wait, I did that too.

Big Daddy McGovern (right) was back in his hometown to record a music video, that we think may have been delayed due to the impending hurricane that hit New York shortly after this party.

We are family. I've got all my sisters with me.

David (left) told me that he's always drunk at Good Times but that that's a good thing because it means he's always having fun. Cheers to that, David!

CHICKEN CARCASS HAT REALNESS!

Me and my boof Solie and my treasured Lisa Lisa Cult jam tee.

Rob (left) and the gummy sour peach candy fanatic known as Jorge.

DJ TEKSHUR!

I truly had no idea what to expect from Fil Ok (left, with No Bra) and he truly blew me away and even managed to drop Sheryl Crow's All I Wanna Do at the peak of the evening and everyone went bananas.

Gabriel (right, with Mikey, who weaseled his way into every photo last week) also went bananas because Fil brought performance artist No Bra with him, who hung in the DJ booth all night and Gabriel couldn't stop saying, I CANT BELIEVE NO BRA IS HERE!!!!!!!

We were pleased to meet Pjotr, a DJ in his own right hailing from Stockholm, Sweden who will have to come back and DJ a Swedish Good Times party so I can play the Knife all night and he can play anything he damn well pleases.

The beauty that is Justin Vivian Bond (left) and her equally gorgeous friend.

The cuteness that is "Ricky" Ricardo.

I'm feeling quite brain dead today on coming up with these captions so I might just have to fall back on the typical "hairy chest and a tank top" commentary you're used to. Sorry! It's been a very rambunctious post-Irene party kinda week.

A growth on Kevin's neck that we like to call The Lollo.

This big hunky thing with the tribal armband was shy about being photographed solo so he quickly grabbed for the nearest Gary, who was more than happy to oblige.

We all gagged (as witnessed here by Mikey's face) when the artist formerly known as Natasha (center, now going by Kris) told us he had a new persona making a debut at his September birthday called PURPLE K. He also added that Purple K is very very wild.

Shortly before Jorge reenacted a very memorable scene from Madonna's Truth or Dare, which was called In Bed With Madonna everywhere else in the world.

Nothing turns me out quite like a mesh tank top on a white person unless said white person is wearing a checkered fedora, which pretty much makes my head explode.

If the rumors are true, the penultimate East Village bachelor known as Colin is...IN A RELATIONSHIP!

Darren did a throwback look to his days as a film actor when he starred in the Provincetown summer flick, Lie Down With Dogs. And he somehow looks EXACTLY the same.

In other sexy daddy news, Hi Eric P.!

A far cry from last week's lace tank top Jamil was rockin. Not mad at it though.

Get into that strange nipple-sucking action happening to the far right.

So I might not remember very much of Fil's set but I know that everyone danced their arse's off, which is a major feat here in New York City but seems to be happening more and more at our weekly Wednesday party, especially with these visiting fellows from London.

BABY GORILLA SIGHTING!

Yes please. Kyle recently shaved his head and will soon be moving downtown just around the corner from Paddles, where we plan to meet up on the nights when all the Hasidic sex fetish parties happen, which is a real thing in case you didn't know.

And by growing that goatee, Robinson somehow added 20 years onto his age and now looks like philosopher who used to love playing hackey sack.

"Werrrrrrrrrrrrrrrk."

JEWS FLASH: This year's Good Times Rosh Hashana party will take place October 5th with a very special guest host. Mark your calendars folks.

I'll take one of these in every color thanks.

And since Jamil was looking too butch to vogue it out, Chaz did the honors.

It was lovvvvvvvvvvve, at first sight.

Actually, this duo really was love at first sight. Another happy Good Times couple, paired off and ready to make babies.

Speaking of making babies, I wonder what Ricky (left) and Wesley got up to after leaving the party when we closed up at 4am.

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Who doesn't love a little male nudity (apart from the nudity censors over at facebook)? Based on the last time we invited Nathanael and James of Boston's Foxy party to DJ our weekly Wednesday Good Times party at Eastern Bloc, EVERYONE pretty much lost it when they changed into towels to give you that retro bathhouse disco effect. So we figured, why not do it again?

Kicking the evening off was Mike (right, with the mexi-stache) and Andy, who brought candy It's a Boy cigars to celebrate the birth of his son! Yup, he's an official daddy aka sperm donor to a lesbian couple up in Canada who delivered his first spawn two weeks earlier.

Jose (right) hammed it up for the camera in like, ten photos from last week but you'll only get to see this one for now.

The perfect redneck outfit minus the vodka soda. I mean, it is $1 vodkas from 11 - 1130pm but a Pabst would really complete the look.

Andrew (right) came back to New York for one last hurrah before he returns to his professorship in the greatest city on earth: DALLAS. Lucky for us, he brought along the bodacious beauty known as Solie.

Christina really steals the spotlight in this one by flipping off the camera in front of all her boys.

I played a Hi-NRG disco set to start off the evening but apparently some people (Shawn, left) weren't LIKIN' IT, as Danny Noriega once said.

Say goodbye to summer boys, as New York has just been hit by its first chilly evening, as well as an earthquake (!) and will soon be getting a hurricane this weekend. Wah wahhhh.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TIMBO! Timmy turned 25 this week and we're hoping he comes back to celebrate with us next Wednesday when London DJ Fil Ok who used to throw the most major electroclash parties at The Ghetto called Nag Nag Nag comes to guest at Good Times.

Funny how there's always like, 20 disco balls in all of the Eastern Bloc photos but you never see this here air vent, which seemingly popped out of nowhere this week (and we don't mean Nowhere, the bar, though we love it there as well, especially that Ginger party they do).

Ring the alarm cuz he's throwin' elbows.

Gonna get a little un-RULY.

The pre-Ascension photo shoot for Saul (left) and Rob.

The lovely ladies of Good Times.

Pretty much died for Jamil's lace tank, which he allegedly bought at American Apparel in 2008, though we're thinking he may have meant Victoria's Secret 2008. Either way, he pulled if off with flying colors.

Rothman (left) and Wedgie, giving 90s sleeveless grunge effect.

David (left) was transfixed by all the hotness happening at this particular Good Times that included (but was not limited to) Greg, one-half of the up-and-coming disco dance duo known as Undercover. Watch for the remix I did for them coming out this fall.

Rob and victim in Rob's predator grip.

James, Luey, me and Michael T., who was a bit miffed that the Foxy boys rolled through town without instructions to wear boots.

A little bit of ecstasy.

Transfixed by the latin hotness in the foreground and the Tupac realness in the background.

Reenacting scenes from I Know Who Killed Me, Lindsay Lohan's greatest work of art to date.

So glad some other folks chose to get into the nudity/skintimate theme of the evening.

Nathanael and James, aka the Foxy boys of Boston, doing what the do best: looking great, sounding great.

Yeah. It was that kind of party and it also made its way outside.

If this sidewalk could talk.

Get into the lewqs, hunty.

Albert loves any excuse to take his clothes off and we gave him yet another one this past Wednesday.

Bel Ami time!

Either the night flew by or Kelvin was asleep on the banquet for a lot of it. Probably both. But we still managed to raise the roof and then some.

Spontaneous Rockette action.

Even at 330am, we still manage to bring out the Good Times in everyone.

Thanks again to James and Nathanael for bringing Foxy Times to Good Times once again. Can't wait to have 'em back and in the meantime, check 'em out in Boston if you live or travel up that way. See you next week for Nag Nag Nag Good Times with special UK guest DJ Fil Ok! xo, Sparber